Semua Bab The Forced Bride Of The Devil Alvaro : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Entering inside their bedroom with a bowl of soup, Cyra saw him sitting on the bed. His back was leaned against the headboard, whereas one of his arms was covering his eyes, but she knew he was awake. Cyra's eyes quickly caught his phone, which was placed on the table, beside the bed. So, he had already checked his phone and that message too, and that calmness in his presence told her…he was already aware that he was going to receive that message.And this confirmed everything to her. He had planned everything. He had put her life on stake to gain her trust.Her life didn't mean anything to him, except for a way for him to fulfil his own motives.Sighing softly, Cyra walked towards the bed, making him remove his arm from his eyes. He looked at her and slanted forward.Zaiden pulled the duvet away, making space for her to sit beside him on the bed. Cyra placed the bowl of soup on the table and then sat beside him.“Do you have a fever?” she uttered while placing her palm gently against

The sound of their skin slapping, whereas her soft moans and whimpers of pleasure were echoing against the walls of that room. Her arms were tightly holding onto him, like the moment he was going to slip from her embrace, her life was going to slip from her arms.Cyra heard him growling in her ear as he clenched her warm walls around him. This made her hug him more tightly.He slightly pulled back to look at her face where he saw those tears shimmering in her eyes. Her face had flushed. Even her anger had forced her to submit her to him.Even her own feelings favoured him more than they favoured her.He stopped moving to grab her legs.“So you hate me, amor?” His question glistened up her eyes, while feeling him wrapping her naked legs around his waist more tightly.“Yes, I hate you because I will love Ethan till the last breath of my life, Zaiden Alvaro,” her words brought a devious smirk on his face, and then he pushed himself deeper inside her, causing her to moan in that pleasurabl

Cyra couldn't understand anything. What was happening there? Where was Ethan? And why was that gun of hers empty?Why couldn't she succeed in killing herself just like she succeeded in taking that person's life whom she loved more than her own self? Just why?Tears stung her eyes again, which didn't go unnoticed by his second in command, Theodore’s gaze. “Did Ethan Wilser hurt you?” He asked her and his question startled Cyra. Instead of asking her why she killed his boss, he was asking her whether she had been hurt by Ethan or not? What was wrong with him? Or perhaps, they were the words of his boss which were coming out from his mouth?Cyra didn't answer him. Tears started rolling down from her eyes heavily, which made Theodore exhale a sigh.“Where is Ethan?” He asked her again, making sure to not use any kind of barbaric or rough tone with her. Cyra still didn't answer him, so sighed again.“You have to come with us, Cyra,” he uttered to her and attempted to walk closer to her, bu

Their gazes remained glued with each other, which caused more tears to fall from her eyes because Cyra could see that agonizing pain burning in his eyes, and somehow she knew it was because of what she had done to him.She had practically killed him. She had almost snatched his life away from him, but yet he was still worried about protecting her life?Could someone go this far just to play the role of a fake love? Could a fake love feel this genuine, honest and imperishable?Cyra trailed her eyes down towards his chest to witness the evidence of her inhumanity on him, but she couldn't see anything. His upper body was completely covered in a dark black shirt, which was completely buttoned too.What was he hiding from her? His bullet marks? But why? When she herself had given them to him? Or there had been something more to this which she didn't know yet?Cyra saw him straightening his back and then he looked towards the IV drip, and then its bag, which looked almost empty. Cyra saw hi

Cyra's watery eyes continued to gaze into cerulean eyes, trying to find even a slight amount of hatred or distrust. She did her everything to make herself see that her betrayal had broken his trust over her, but even after forcing herself to believe it, she couldn't succeed in finding anything in his eyes, except for that serenity of love and trust for her. It was like his trust had even embraced her betrayal as his.“So what do you want me to believe?” He questioned her, peering into her glossy eyes. He neither looked hurt nor angry. Rather he was looking more calm than that sea surrounding them.“That you trusted him and gave my place in your life to him?” His question brought more tears in her eyes because she could never even think about giving his place in her life to any other man, no matter what happened and what was going to be the end of all of this.Cyra didn't know about the truth or lies, but even if he would turn out to be the culprit in the end, she was still not going t